"Brother Egg, who the hell is that? So damn cocky?" As Su Hang left, one of the little brothers weakly asked Chen San, who still looked shaken.
"Do you know where the injuries on our bodies came from? That guy just did it." Before Chen San could answer, the yellow-haired guy who had just been scolded spoke up.
"Ah? It's him? The one who specializes in stabbing the ass?" Another little brother looked very surprised.
At this moment, Chen San nodded, his face serious, "I suspect this kid has special abilities. Damn, his methods are even more despicable than mine. At that time, five people surrounded him, and in less than five seconds, all five were stabbed to death. I've never seen such a bizarre thing."
"Special abilities? No way? Where are there special abilities that specialize in stabbing the ass?" Another little brother chimed in.
"Am I lying to you?" Chen San glared, extremely displeased with the little brother's words, and slapped the table, "If it weren't for my recent hemorrhoids, I would have really given that kid a taste of his own medicine today."
The people had already left, and only now did he become tough. Even the little brothers couldn't hide their disdain, but they all put on a face of admiration.
"Brother Egg is a real man."
"Brother Egg, once he acts, that kid will definitely be on the ground."
"Who dares to be arrogant in front of our Brother Egg? They won't even know how they died."
...
The little brothers were blowing Chen San up, making him feel very pleased.
"Brother Egg, should I go chase that kid back?" At an inappropriate time, a fat, rash guy blurted out, trying to please Chen San.
What is a cold field king? This is a cold field king. As soon as the fat guy spoke, everyone froze, and the atmosphere became awkward. Chen San, frustrated, slapped the fat guy's head, "Chase what? Wait until my hemorrhoids are better, then I'll go find him."
The little brothers beside him all looked at the fat guy with sympathy. This guy was really lacking in intelligence, couldn't he see that Brother Egg was scared?
"Brother Egg, if you really want to deal with that kid, there's a way." At this moment, a thin guy who looked like a monkey suddenly spoke up, pinching his chin with a wise look.
"Hmm?"
Chen San looked up at him. This guy was nicknamed Skinny Monkey, and he was even smarter than a monkey, with many clever ideas. In Chen San's gang, he was like a wise star.
Hearing Skinny Monkey's words, Chen San became interested. Usually, Skinny Monkey wouldn't disappoint him, so he must have a good idea.
Skinny Monkey leaned close to Chen San's ear and whispered mysteriously. Chen San's eyes darted around, and a smile spread across his face.
...
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Shuai Yu followed Qin Shiyu back to his grandfather's house. Since it was the weekend, the dorm was empty except for Su Hang. The empty dorm finally gave Su Hang some personal space.
"Item: Absolute Soap!
Function: Throw at a designated opponent, they must pick it up!
Range: Within a 10-meter radius, effective for Level 1 and Level 2!"
In the dorm, Su Hang held a bird brand soap in his hand, his face twitching. He stood there for a long time, completely disoriented. During the eating contest, he had casually refined a soap, and at the time, he didn't have time to check what it was. Who would have thought it would turn out to be such a bizarre item?
First, a Thousand Year Kill, and now a soap that must be picked up. Su Hang really doubted whether the system should be called the Scholar God System; it should be called the Perverted System.
If he had known, he should have checked the soap's function first. If he had this soap during the battle with Xue Qi, it would have been much easier to use the Thousand Year Kill on him.
Shaking his head with a bitter smile, he casually put the soap in his pocket. To get such an item, he had spent a full 100 energy points, and he wasn't sure if it was worth it.
Taking out a bank card, Su Hang's mood suddenly brightened. After giving Shuai Yu 20,000, he still had 80,000 left on the card. For a kid from a rural family, this was undoubtedly a huge sum of money. At least, for Su Hang, he only had a few thousand to tens of thousands of yuan when he paid his tuition at the beginning of the semester.
"Send 30,000 to my parents, and use the remaining 50,000 to make more money. Yes, that's what I'll do!" Su Hang started planning how to use the 80,000 yuan.
Su Hang's hometown was a small village in western Sichuan. In China, small counties and small villages mean poverty. In recent years, life has improved, and the mountains aren't as poor as they used to be. However, in Su Hang's hometown, it still wasn't considered wealthy.
Many people in the village had built houses, but many of them were on credit. Su Hang's family still lived in the old house left by his grandparents, relying on tea picking for a living. In good years, they could earn 40,000 to 50,000 yuan, but the money didn't last long. Not to mention Su Hang's expenses in the provincial capital, where he was in college, and his 15-year-old sister, who was in high school in the county. Just supporting the two of them in school left little to no savings, and life was tight.
Now that Su Hang had earned his first pot of gold, he naturally wanted to give back to his parents and improve their living conditions. 30,000 yuan wasn't much, but he could come up with some excuses. If he sent more, he wouldn't know how to explain it. Moreover, he had his own uses for the 50,000 yuan he kept.
After hanging up, Su Hang sighed in relief, opened his computer, and checked the news about the eating contest. As expected, major portal sites had set up special sections for the contest, with news about the event dominating the headlines of many large and medium-sized websites. It was clear that the Nine Tripods Group had invested a lot in this contest.
The major portal sites had dedicated special sections, listing the winners from various domestic and international regions. There were a total of 58 participants from all over China and some foreign countries.
The competition in each sub-region was the same: eating hot dogs.
Su Hang took a quick look. The first place was a foreigner, an American named John Smith, with a record of 69 hot dogs in 10 minutes.
Su Hang couldn't help but be amazed. He wondered how these people's stomachs were structured, as they could really eat so much. He even suspected that these guys might have some kind of cheat like him.
Su Hang noticed that the last place on the list had a score of 49, and his score of 54 only ranked 26th, far behind the first place.